Captain Placid asks: What annoying things do significant others, workmates and other people in general do that drive you up the wall? Do you want to kill your other half over their obsessive fridge magnet collection? Driven to distraction over your manager's continued use of Comic Sans (The Font of Champions)? Tell us.

people who discuss x-factor
like it has any kind of value at all on any level whatsoever.

it's a bunch of mongs mong stood on stage pleading with that utter cunt cowell to sign me to a contract that an indentured slave in the 1800s would have looked down on and crying 'aw, but it's me life' when they almost inevitably get told by another talent vacuum they arent going any further and it's back to the fryers at Mickey D's for them.

it's a show conceived by twats, for twats, and watched by twats. it bears about as much relation to a genuine talent contest as a packet of mixed nuts does to Broadmoor.
(tjnwhizzing on the electric fence of life, Sun 7 Oct 2012, 22:38,
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